Jim works at a high-end hotel. He’s a bellboy. Only they don’t call themselves that. They’re porters. Or some such nonsense. They hover near the front entrance, ready at a moment’s notice to carry rich people’s crap to their rooms. And in general, be at their beck and call. Do their bidding. Etcetera and so on and so forth.
Being an employee of said fancy digs, acquisition was made for a night’s stay, entirely free of charge for us. Aside, of course, from the generous tips we bestowed upon the unfortunate employees who had not the luxury of having the night off. Somehow, we managed to accrue 2 of these stays. The 1st was spent in September in lieu of an anniversary celebration. The 2nd, last night.
Because Jim is learning what makes his wife happy, he requested the haunted room. I have to say this: it was a better room than the one we had the last time. Even without the bathroom heat lamp and the balcony. Who needs a balcony in the winter anyways? It was a cozy little room. With a window seat. Window seat trumps balcony. Amen.
And if you turn the bathroom light on in the middle of the night, turn the dimmer to low. The ghost will respond to the summons. You’ll know. The light will flicker.
That was the highlight of the stay.
Close 2nd? The outfit. Duh.
And I am a little self absorbed. That is all.
P.S. I currently have a slight addiction to photo editing. Stay tuned…